05-21-2015, 09:14 AM
The Tamaranean was surprised that she had only just noticed them. If she had the skin tone of a Caucasian human, she would have blushed with mortification, but fortunately, her luscious, golden skin could disguise such a thing. There were eight enormous gates in the horizon, each with a unique layout, however, behind each of them, the same type of vortex. Her eyes shifted from one to another constantly, in awe at a sight she had never seen or even imagined she would be visualising.
“You’re probably wondering where those portals lead.”
Komand’r’s body jolted to the direction of the soldier. “Pardon me?” For a brief moment, she had forgotten everything else that existed.
“The portals.” The stormtrooper directed his finger towards them. “I’ll explain what you need to know about them, eventually.”
“But of course you will,” replied the statuesque woman, arms folded, shaking her head in disbelief, due to the soldier having stated the obvious.
“A smart-ass,” the man muttered under his breath. It was a good thing his white helmet muffled his speech otherwise she would have heard.
The stormtrooper rose his gun, letting it rest on his right shoulder. He found it more comfortable than holding it in both hands; additionally, the woman clearly posed no threat, although she seemed very agitated. He could tell from her body language – arms constantly changing positon, from crossed, and to them pressed against her curvaceous, hips, and her deep, purple eyes, gazing sternly, upwards towards his face.
“First off, let me introduce myself. My na-”
“Your name is unimportant,” she interrupted. “This is not a social convention and we are certainly not allies. Just tell me all the information I require.”
Whoa, thought the soldier. He had encountered many hostile Primes since the mysterious creator opened his doors to people all over the galaxy, but none as impolite as the orange-skinned, woman.
“Okay, I’ll start with the basics. As you well know you’re what’s called – a Prime.”
“So I’ve been told. Continue,” urged the Tamaranean.
After a moment of thought, the solider realised that the woman’s impoliteness was nothing compared to witnessing his comrades slaughtered by Primes.
Suddenly, a shiver ran down the spin of the armoured soldier as guilt seeped into him. He also gulped, but there was no way Komand’r could have detected that behind his metallic mask. His guilt stemmed from realising that he would have to withhold information from her. For his own protection, he was not going to tell her that being a Prime meant that she was immortal, and that she was a permanent part of the Omniverse.
As intelligent as the Tamaranean was, it was impossible for any living being to absorb everything there was to know about the Omniverse after just one conversation. Even the part about ‘obtaining Omnilium’ barely sunk into her overloaded brain. In fact, the only pieces of information that stood out were the basic uses of Omnilium, Secondaries, and the city that enveloped an entire verse, Coruscant. From what the stormtrooper had described, it was a high-tech and wealthy city, and the most civilised in the Omniverse. The only con was that, due to the city’s great reputation, it meant that Coruscant was under constant, high surveillance, heavily protected.
Naturally, every city had a head figure that governed it. In Coruscant’s case, this individual was Emperor Palpatine. Then there was Judge Dredd, “the judge and the executioner,” the briefer mentioned with a jubilant tone that represented his sense of pride for his leader. Dredd was the head of security. The stormtrooper had described him in a gracious and honourable manner, to the extent that it irritated the golden-skinned woman. There was a thin line between loyalty and ass-kissing, and sadly, this man was the latter.
Judge Dredd was the commander of stormtroopers, and a stormtroopers typical chore was to guard the city. It was ironic that Komand’r wasn’t comfortable with Coruscant’s security regime considering Planet Tamaran’s capitol, Myand’r, (named in honour of her father, the former King of Tamaran) was heavily guarded with security too, to the point that Komand’r and her siblings had their own team of personal guards. Nevertheless, Komand’r still felt uneasy by the thought of settling under the constant, watchful eyes of stormtroopers.
“Won’t you at least consider working for the Empire? You seem like a very ambitious woman with strong morals.” The 6’5” soldier based his assumption from her responses and body language throughout their discussion.
“There is nothing to consider. I am a queen, and just to educate you, queens do not serve others.”
As impossible as it seemed, the volume of the crowd dwindled, and for the first time since reaching the podium a couple of minutes earlier, finally drew her purple, decorated lips towards the microphone.
“Greetings, my people!” Her voice echoed all over the large, land.
The silence ended as the citizens of Tamaran once again cheered. A grin spread across the new rulers face after witnessing a giant banner in the crowd, an oil painted portrait of her. The artwork, taken from a portrait of her a couple of years earlier, resembled her facial features more than any other ever made for her.
Komand’r could have stood there gazing at the portal for an hour, unhindered by boredom.
“Have you ever seen anything like it before?” the stormtrooper wondered.
She was not even listening. The portal’s magnificence had once again entrapped her mind. At that moment, her surroundings – movements, sounds, she was oblivious to them.
Subconsciously, the Tamaran stepped forward, her face, inches away from swirling, silver matter. Suddenly, her body tingled, a cold sensation, tricking down her arms, to her wrists and all the way to her toned, calves. She could not control her nerves, which had developed after the thought of entering unfamiliar territory, a city with no familiar escorts, no security or even an ally, but then, within a blink of an eye, a new thought entered her mind, instantly erasing the former. The chill bumps left, replaced with comforting, confidence. Perhaps the most beneficial aspect of being a Prime was that she had the ability to summon Secondaries.
All it took was a mere glance at the portal to transform her smug expression back to wonder.
“You need more personnel?! Over!” The stormtrooper spoke through a communicating device, located on his right wrist. “Okay, I’m on my way boss! Over!”
The solider returned his attention to the young woman. She appeared to be frozen. Although the trooper understood that it was the humanoids first time experiencing such a spectacle, time was of the essence. He had already spent over an hour briefing her and now Dredd needed him.
Following a sigh of frustration, the soldier marched forward, his white boots clonking against the hard, white canvas. He stopped behind her, thinking, I could cock my rifle against her back and just shoot her, but the militant was good person with a good conscience, so instead, with his free hand, shoved her into the portal leading to Coruscant.
“You’re probably wondering where those portals lead.”
Komand’r’s body jolted to the direction of the soldier. “Pardon me?” For a brief moment, she had forgotten everything else that existed.
“The portals.” The stormtrooper directed his finger towards them. “I’ll explain what you need to know about them, eventually.”
“But of course you will,” replied the statuesque woman, arms folded, shaking her head in disbelief, due to the soldier having stated the obvious.
“A smart-ass,” the man muttered under his breath. It was a good thing his white helmet muffled his speech otherwise she would have heard.
The stormtrooper rose his gun, letting it rest on his right shoulder. He found it more comfortable than holding it in both hands; additionally, the woman clearly posed no threat, although she seemed very agitated. He could tell from her body language – arms constantly changing positon, from crossed, and to them pressed against her curvaceous, hips, and her deep, purple eyes, gazing sternly, upwards towards his face.
“First off, let me introduce myself. My na-”
“Your name is unimportant,” she interrupted. “This is not a social convention and we are certainly not allies. Just tell me all the information I require.”
Whoa, thought the soldier. He had encountered many hostile Primes since the mysterious creator opened his doors to people all over the galaxy, but none as impolite as the orange-skinned, woman.
“Okay, I’ll start with the basics. As you well know you’re what’s called – a Prime.”
“So I’ve been told. Continue,” urged the Tamaranean.
After a moment of thought, the solider realised that the woman’s impoliteness was nothing compared to witnessing his comrades slaughtered by Primes.
Suddenly, a shiver ran down the spin of the armoured soldier as guilt seeped into him. He also gulped, but there was no way Komand’r could have detected that behind his metallic mask. His guilt stemmed from realising that he would have to withhold information from her. For his own protection, he was not going to tell her that being a Prime meant that she was immortal, and that she was a permanent part of the Omniverse.
As intelligent as the Tamaranean was, it was impossible for any living being to absorb everything there was to know about the Omniverse after just one conversation. Even the part about ‘obtaining Omnilium’ barely sunk into her overloaded brain. In fact, the only pieces of information that stood out were the basic uses of Omnilium, Secondaries, and the city that enveloped an entire verse, Coruscant. From what the stormtrooper had described, it was a high-tech and wealthy city, and the most civilised in the Omniverse. The only con was that, due to the city’s great reputation, it meant that Coruscant was under constant, high surveillance, heavily protected.
Naturally, every city had a head figure that governed it. In Coruscant’s case, this individual was Emperor Palpatine. Then there was Judge Dredd, “the judge and the executioner,” the briefer mentioned with a jubilant tone that represented his sense of pride for his leader. Dredd was the head of security. The stormtrooper had described him in a gracious and honourable manner, to the extent that it irritated the golden-skinned woman. There was a thin line between loyalty and ass-kissing, and sadly, this man was the latter.
Judge Dredd was the commander of stormtroopers, and a stormtroopers typical chore was to guard the city. It was ironic that Komand’r wasn’t comfortable with Coruscant’s security regime considering Planet Tamaran’s capitol, Myand’r, (named in honour of her father, the former King of Tamaran) was heavily guarded with security too, to the point that Komand’r and her siblings had their own team of personal guards. Nevertheless, Komand’r still felt uneasy by the thought of settling under the constant, watchful eyes of stormtroopers.
“Won’t you at least consider working for the Empire? You seem like a very ambitious woman with strong morals.” The 6’5” soldier based his assumption from her responses and body language throughout their discussion.
“There is nothing to consider. I am a queen, and just to educate you, queens do not serve others.”
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As impossible as it seemed, the volume of the crowd dwindled, and for the first time since reaching the podium a couple of minutes earlier, finally drew her purple, decorated lips towards the microphone.
“Greetings, my people!” Her voice echoed all over the large, land.
The silence ended as the citizens of Tamaran once again cheered. A grin spread across the new rulers face after witnessing a giant banner in the crowd, an oil painted portrait of her. The artwork, taken from a portrait of her a couple of years earlier, resembled her facial features more than any other ever made for her.
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Komand’r could have stood there gazing at the portal for an hour, unhindered by boredom.
“Have you ever seen anything like it before?” the stormtrooper wondered.
She was not even listening. The portal’s magnificence had once again entrapped her mind. At that moment, her surroundings – movements, sounds, she was oblivious to them.
Subconsciously, the Tamaran stepped forward, her face, inches away from swirling, silver matter. Suddenly, her body tingled, a cold sensation, tricking down her arms, to her wrists and all the way to her toned, calves. She could not control her nerves, which had developed after the thought of entering unfamiliar territory, a city with no familiar escorts, no security or even an ally, but then, within a blink of an eye, a new thought entered her mind, instantly erasing the former. The chill bumps left, replaced with comforting, confidence. Perhaps the most beneficial aspect of being a Prime was that she had the ability to summon Secondaries.
All it took was a mere glance at the portal to transform her smug expression back to wonder.
“You need more personnel?! Over!” The stormtrooper spoke through a communicating device, located on his right wrist. “Okay, I’m on my way boss! Over!”
The solider returned his attention to the young woman. She appeared to be frozen. Although the trooper understood that it was the humanoids first time experiencing such a spectacle, time was of the essence. He had already spent over an hour briefing her and now Dredd needed him.
Following a sigh of frustration, the soldier marched forward, his white boots clonking against the hard, white canvas. He stopped behind her, thinking, I could cock my rifle against her back and just shoot her, but the militant was good person with a good conscience, so instead, with his free hand, shoved her into the portal leading to Coruscant.
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